My writing style is more sporadic... fragmintz (I use to be a rapper, I guess I still freestyle.) I'm not so bothered by my son crying, my mind is on my momma. She's going into surgery tomorrow morning. Her surgery comes from her having Cancer, they're planning on removing her entire bladder, if not the doctors' say the cancer will grow back at a rapid pace. She's been in chemo treatments for the past several months. I feel like listening to 2Pac- "Dear Momma". I pray that the surgeons, nurses, anesthesiologists, technicians, equipment... whomever and whatever all work in concert together to perfection.
I didn't grow up knowing my mother's momma, I was about my son's age when she passed. My mah is such a sweet lady, I would love for my son to grow up with a chance to know her. My girls love her, I mean they love all their grandparents, but as my momma tells them all the time "we girls" (like they her road-dogs.) I don't want my son to hear stories, I want him to have his own experience with her. I see how my wife interacts w/ her "Mema" as she calls her and I know I never had that. I'm not complaining nor whining, but I wonder what my Grandma would have had me call her, or what lessons I would have learned from her. Of course I want my momma around for me to enjoy, but for either selfless or selfish reasons (haven't figure out which one), I want my son and my girls to have the opportunity to grow up knowing and enjoying their grandparents, especially my momma aka "Grannzy".
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